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2001-11-27
Elizabeth Short
B. 7.29.24 Hyde Park, Mass. / D. 1.13.47 Los Angeles
Homicide
Can anything said be believed? Anything shown? Fights over forts!
Isn’t it all just suggestion, really; and facts, photos—the merest evidentiary traces? We see countless individuals’ inexplicable behaviors resulting—somehow. Current events: a trampled crime scene. I want to join the marine corps. I want to be eighteen, buffed (or buff-ish), and bored with junior college. They’re in fights over forts over there! Shedding my innocence like a wilted tux I’d seize at manhood’s proffered handshake—in a flash.
The unknown: an island in the ocean of desire. On one coast fruitless questions pound against great rearing cliffs; on the other, slow tidy little waves lap hesitantly at the sands—all the knowing we’d rather be spared. But here I sit with the over-age women, denied the sight of carnage by the BBC; from the whites of strange eyes staring into blue space, shielded by a veil.
Consolation Site: Graphic? I’ll give you graphic.